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第一百零四章 遗忘的灾厄

Zhang Haobo smiled bitterly and was about to say something when he suddenly stopped.

A moment later, he spoke again: "Still don't know your name. I can't forget the life-saving favor you did for me today. There will surely be a great reward in return!"

Li Fan smiled but didn't answer. He merely bowed slightly: "If we meet again, you'll know."

"See you later!"

Before he could finish speaking, his figure turned into a thin line and disappeared far away.

In the blink of an eye, he vanished from Zhang Haobo's sight.

Zhang Haobo narrowed his eyes: "Such a fast speed. That unknown divine technique is also formidable; it even left me with no resistance at all. Mysterious and secretive, I wonder what identity he truly has."

After a while, he sighed and thought to himself: "Too bad, even if he has many secrets, it makes no difference."

Zhang Haobo looked up at the sky: "The heavens have long set traps for us. The countless lives in Cunyun Sea, regardless of their cultivation level or whether they are triumphant or defeated, are already destined to die."

"That crimson figure that burned the sea...

"Even a divine transformation cultivator is so powerful; can it really defeat Him?"

Zhang Haobo fell into confusion.

However, after a moment, his gaze became more resolute.

"No matter what, I must do my utmost to stop Him."

His aura reformed and solidified. He took one last look at the ruins before flying away.

Not long after Zhang Haobo left, Li Fan's hidden figure suddenly appeared again.

"It seems he didn't lose his resolve because of this; I was too cautious." Li Fan nodded.

After a moment’s thought, he cautiously returned to the original location of Tianyang Cave Abode.

He wanted to see if there were any treasures left from the fierce battle that had just taken place.

But after probing for a long time, all that remained were the flowing lava.

With a sigh of regret, Li Fan left and set off back to Ten Thousand Immortals Island.

"I wonder where that Tianyang puppet and that divine transformation cultivator went. Who won in the end?"

"Back then, it was just like today; when the Tianyang puppet appeared, it attracted divine transformation cultivators. After a great battle, only ruins remained."

"This matter involves too many layers for me to gain any benefit even if I were reborn next time."

"I should just stay hidden."

"The ancient body transformation path—what sect is that? I can investigate after returning."

"Still, this trip wasn't entirely without收获."

Thinking of the remains in his storage ring, Li Fan felt somewhat comforted.

"But I wonder if I can resurrect The Sitting Mountain Technique from them."

Thoughts swirling, Li Fan returned to Ten Thousand Immortals Island.

A great battle had taken place at the location of Tianyang Cave Abode.

The news had clearly spread back, and many cultivators were discussing it everywhere.

But no one knew what exactly happened or how that towering puppet appeared.

Speculations ran rampant.

Li Fan wouldn't go out of his way to inform anyone.

However, as he passed by these constantly chatting cultivators, he suddenly thought of something and stopped in his tracks.

"Judging from today's events, the battle between great cultivators is devastating. An entire sea can be destroyed with a single clash."

"After such a battle, it would surely attract attention. The participants might casually mention it to each other during their conversations."

"And this realm has always harbored malice towards cultivators. Before the Crimson Flame Burned the Sea, countless disasters must have occurred here. But..."

"Regardless of whether in my past life or this one, when cultivators talk, they never bring up such matters proactively."

During his few years of cultivation in the past life, he had spoken with many qi condensation cultivators, but none of them ever mentioned any large-scale disasters that happened in Cunyun Sea.

This left Li Fan with a mental gap.

Thus, when Zhang Haobo mentioned possible impending calamities, he didn't take it seriously.

In his mind, if a place frequently suffered disasters, the residents would at least occasionally mention it; visitors should be warned about such dangers.

Since no one had ever spoken of any specific disaster that needed special attention,

Li Fan concluded that whatever happened wasn't likely to be anything major.

So in his past life, he only paid attention after asking Tianyang Mirror and receiving a negative response.

Now thinking back, was the Crimson Flame Burned the Sea truly the first time Cunyun Sea faced the heavens' trap?

Probably not.

Everything happens gradually.

The heavens have malice towards cultivators. As more and more cultivators accumulated in Cunyun Sea with their cultivation levels increasing,

traps would be set to eliminate them.

At first, they might just be small disasters.

Until the number of cultivators reached a limit, the final elimination plan would begin.

The Heavens' Essence would appear and exterminate all life.

Li Fan deduced this because Cunyun Sea's Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance had already grown so large.

Wouldn't the heavens deliberately wait for cultivators to strengthen themselves before striking?

Until they could no longer bear it, unleashing a thunderous blow?

Based on Li Fan’s understanding of the heavens' malice, that wouldn’t happen.

Heavens' malice would persist as long as there were cultivators.

Thus, disasters must have occurred continuously over the years.

So what caused all the cultivators to remain silent about these disasters?

"Was it because they actively avoided mentioning them..."

"...or were they... forgotten?"

Li Fan immediately returned to Tianyang Mirror and searched for key terms: historical events where many cultivators died or suffered heavily.

The results made Li Fan's spine shiver with cold sweat.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

...

No matter how he searched, the Tianyang Mirror showed no results.

After a while, Li Fan calmed down and took out his communication spirit token to ask Yuwen Xing.

But it left him chilled.

Yuwen Xing initially denied everything.

Only after repeated questioning did he vaguely recall something might have happened.

But it wasn't important; he couldn't remember now.

Li Fan then asked other slightly older cultivators outside.

They were surprised why Li Fan would ask such questions, but their answers all matched Yuwen Xing's: it seemed to happen, but they couldn’t remember.

...

Silent, Li Fan pondered.

Forgetting?

Could base-level cultivators be so forgetful?

Li Fan recalled the first time he encountered a windstorm on Luyu Island. The island’s common people would tell him about the larger storm that occurred over a decade ago.

Cultivators were inferior to ordinary people?

Remembering disasters made one more cautious, making it easier to survive in future calamities.

This was logical.

But now, this logic had been reversed.

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